Act Two : Scene Six – The Finale

(Smash cut to: A bustling Broadway street. Posters of famous shows line the buildings—Hamilton, Wicked, Phantom… and then—one small, handwritten sign on a dark, forgotten theater.) **Remember, dis is in the play, not the reality ob dis play being in the big New Amsterdam theater you’re sitting in now.

NOW PLAYING: “BAXTER WIFF A B”!

(The brothers stand in front of the theater, staring at the sign. It’s small. It’s scrappy. It’s not one of the big-name shows… yet. But it’s theirs.)

Baxter (smirking, staring at the sign):
“You know… I fink this is gonna work.”

Reuben (hands in pockets):
“Well, it better. I already started selling t-shirts.”

Waffles:
“And I already signed an autograph deal.”

Barry (clutching his script, bouncing):
“And I wrote three ballads in the past hour!”

(Fish watches his brothers. The chaos. The energy. The ridiculousness of it all. He shakes his head, but this time—)

(He smiles and nibbles some cheese.)

Fish:
“Ok – Let’s do dis together!! Let’s take Broadway. But if this turns into Cats, I’m leaving.”

FINAL CURTAIN DROP. LIGHTS OUT.

“Baxter Wiff a B” – The Showstopping Finale

(After a quick montage ob all the show preparation —after the journey through Broadway’s past, after proving himself, after defying every single doubt thrown his way—this is Baxter’s moment. The show is a triumph. The audience is on their feet. And now, the final number brings it all home.)

(The orchestra strikes up a bold, brassy overture. A mix of classic Broadway flair and modern energy—big horns, soaring strings, tap-dancing rhythms. The lights are golden, sparkling like the city itself.)

(Baxter stands center stage, his brothers beside him. The Marquee B is fully lit above them, glowing like a beacon. This is the final number. The moment they own the stage.)

[Opening Verse – Baxter Owns It]

They said a rat like me could never stand in the light,
“Stay down in the gutters, kid, Broadway ain’t your type!”
But I bopped and I scampered, I danced and I dreamed—
And now da whole world is clappin’ for me!

(The chorus kicks in—full blast. Baxter steps forward, belting wiff confidence, wiff joy, wiff the power of ebery dreamer who dared to believe.)

[Chorus – The Signature Hook]

I’m Baxter wiff a B, I’m big, I’m bold!
I’m takin’ my shot, I’m breakin’ the mold!
They said “rats don’t belong,” they laughed and they sneered—
But now I’m the name dat da whole world cheers!

(The brothers join in—each one bringing their own flair.)

Waffles (jazz hands, dramatic spins):
He’s Baxter wiff a B, da dream is alive!
From da gutters to da spotlight, now we thrive!

Barry (cool, laid-back, arms crossed but smirking):
Yeah, Baxter wiff a B, dat name’s on da marquee!
Broadway’s for da bold, and dat bold is he!

(The *ensemble kicks in—pigeons, old Broadway ghosts (Olibe), random stagehands—*ALL CELEBRATING. The stage fills wiff energy. The music swells.)

[Bridge – The Heart of the Dream]

(The tempo slows slightly, just for a moment—Baxter stands alone at center stage. The orchestra hushes. The lights dim, leaving just a spotlight on him.)

It ain’t just da lights, it ain’t just da fame…
It ain’t just a dream, it ain’t just a name…
It’s da moments we live for, da stories we spin…
It’s family, it’s music—it’s da fire wiffin…

(And then—)

THE MUSIC SURGES BACK.

So clap wiff me, sing wiff me, dance till ya drop—
Dis rat is a legend—and I ain’t gonna stop!

(A tap-break happens. The brothers get pulled into a big, ridiculous dance number. Reuben tries to escape but gets caught in a kickline of pigeons. Barry begrudgingly throws in a jazzy spin. Waffles is thriving. The theater is electric.)

[Final Chorus – The Ultimate Broadway Moment]

I’m Baxter wiff a B, I’m big, I’m bold!
I’m takin’ my shot, I’m breakin’ da mold!
They said “rats don’t belong,” they laughed and they sneered—
But now I’m da name dat da whole world cheers!

(The crowd is clapping along. The lights flash. The orchestra swells to its peak. This is the moment—this is Broadway history.)

[The Big Finish – A Star is Born]

So mark dis day, remember my name—
I came for Broadway, and I CHANGED DA GAME!

“I’M BAXTER WIFF A BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

FINAL NOTE. THE MUSIC SLAMS TO A CLOSE.

(Baxter stands center stage, paws outstretched. The curtain falls. The lights burst into gold. The audience is on their feet, roaring.)

(The rats did it. They took Broadway. The Marquee B glows one last time—forever part of Broadway history.)

BLACKOUT. CURTAIN CALL. THE DREAM IS REAL.
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Thank you for coming.

Please stop by Fish’s curated cheese table on your way out.